The presence of the rifters has drawn a lot of curiousity from Jude's pack these past couple days, and Abby still isn't used to the staring. She keeps catching people watching her when they think she isn't looking, elders eyeing her curiously, gangs of weird children that love to run away before she can say anything to them for gawking at her, shrieking with laughter behind sticky fists. Getting any kind of attention isn't really her forte. She tries to ignore it.

One kid lingers, though. He doesn't belong to one of the gangs, even seems like a bit of a loner, there every so often in her peripheral, a blurry little floater in the corner of her eye. She notices him, even if he thinks she doesn't.

By the third day past their arrival it's starting to get ridiculous. Abby doesn't want to yell at him or anything, she just wants to answer whatever question he's been working on this whole time, anything to get him to go away. She raises her voice to him as she crosses the Den with a load of old blankets hefted in her arms. "Hey, you."

Yeah, you! The kid who just pretended he didn't hear her calling out. "You gonna help me with this or what?"

It's fine. Really, the load of blankets is totally fine for her to carry alone, but god damn. She's breaking the ice by fucking force here, okay.